Текст песни CrimeaUnd3r - сонный

And in Simferopol everything well,
Gray absorbs the souls of men sitting in etazhki,
but they tell us when they are after the lamp smears,
Bosko reworking content to something similar to porridge,
and it's too late to think of a visual signal, particularly when inhaled plastic, immediately stood out from the crowd,
as if the human race has become an outcast and fell back all the tracks,
and debris punched sites on the walls of porches,
tightening of innocent people in the dark abyss,
but not lost the belief that justice will rise and soon all of them will come for revenge,
covering their hearts Lipstick estate
freeing power of the filth, and then they will bathe in the mud,
and in the Crimea kontsove embrace happiness,
and around will be "cleaner X2" and safer!